Molly Ivins has died after a courageous battle with cancer. She had, to say the least, a life fully, richly, and loudly lived. We need more people like her, willing to speak up, to shout, to use humor as a wake-up call. I will miss her terribly. I liked the Washington Post's article on her passing, and have included it here.
Not much else happening around the Ponderosa, except that I am about to put the finishing rows on a pair of fingerless gloves and wrote four pages into my book yesterday--a very simple couple of days, but the weather in Santa Cruz was golden and bright yesterday, Pink Umbrella Man said hello to me as he always does (it is like some kind of strange pink cosmic timing that he always is strolling by Peets on Wednesdays just as I am going in to do my Morning Pages), and life seemed good in that way which I really can't name--nothing really spectacular happening, just a day where things seemed serene and good.
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